iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 561 Ruler 11
As Green finished his words, the ornately decorated small hall suddenly fell silent.

Seeing that Laresa had not responded yet and Green's eyes were fixed on him, Samwell was puzzled but had to bite the bullet and respond on his behalf: "Yes, Your Highness Green, this is an ancient tradition of the Citadel."

Green leaned back in his chair and examined Laresa. "Obviously, someone has broken this tradition of the Citadel."

Laresa bit her lower lip, her eyelids moved, and she met the regent's majestic gaze: "I'm very sorry, I have no ill intentions... Your Highness Green, I didn't hide it on purpose, and the Academy didn't know about this."

Green's eyes moved slightly, and the captain of the guard standing not far away, Sir Brienne, understood what he meant, and then... she waved her hand, and four tall and strong men in blue robes immediately strode forward.

"This...this..." Seeing this, Samwell looked left and right in panic.

Then he quickly knelt down in the direction of Green: "My Highness, Laresa has done something wrong..."

Samwell was interrupted by Green waving his hand before he could finish his words.

The blue robes held Laresa, and then roughly made her kneel down. Green looked down at him and said, "Tell me your purpose, the female maester from the Citadel."

After a moment of silence, Samwell turned around in shock and said, "Laresa, you...you are a woman?"

Laresa first glanced at Sam, who looked incredulous, with an apologetic look on her face. Then she raised her head, paused, and said, "I disguised myself as a man in order to study in the Citadel."

"your name."

The regent's voice was emotionless. Laresa opened her mouth, hesitated, and then slowly said, "My name is... Sarela, the daughter of a captain."

Green stared at her with a slightly fixed gaze: "Dornish?"

Seeing that Laresa was silent again, Samwell, with cold sweat on his forehead, hurriedly answered for her: "Your Highness, her father is from Dorne, and her mother is from the Summer Islands. She should be considered a Dornishman."

These were all things they had talked about in private, so Samwell knew them all.

Sam was so anxious at the moment because he was worried that Green would lose patience with his good friend, and the result would be that Sarala would be taken away by the blue robes.

The people of Crab Claw Peninsula are simple and honest. These "pure-blooded" blue robes are beasts dressed in civilized cloaks under the strong iron fist of Green Crab. Sam, who participated in the formulation of Crab's laws... knows this very well.

He didn't know how to respond to his friend who concealed his gender. He only knew that if Sarela was taken away, she would have almost no chance of survival and would die in great pain.

and so.

We’ll talk about other things later.

.........

Green's gaze shifted over, and Samwell swallowed his saliva, tremblingly summoning up his greatest courage: "Your Highness, my Highness, although she concealed her gender, she is indeed an assistant bachelor who is obsessed with knowledge..."

He glanced at Green secretly and continued hesitantly, "...She is the most outstanding young person in the Citadel."

"Salera."

Green looked at her and said, "It seems that the first victim of your disguise game is about to appear."

Samwell only felt the urge to urinate, and Sarella immediately struggled and shouted: "Sam is just a fool, I deceived him!"

She shouted at Sam who was standing aside: "Shut up, this is none of your business!"

Then, she raised her head vigorously: "Your Highness, Regent, I am Sareella Sand, the illegitimate daughter of Oberyn Nymeros Martell, and I am solely responsible for my sins!"

His fingers tapped lightly on the armrest, and Green murmured, "Sand snakes..." After a pause, Green leaned forward slightly and stared at Sarela, "So, your play is Prince Doran's conspiracy, the illegitimate daughter of the Red Viper?"

He frowned slightly. "Or is this a deliberate humiliation by the Citadel against the return of the Targaryen dragon to the Iron Throne?"

Bang!

The sound of Samwell's hill-like fat body suddenly falling down broke the suffocating atmosphere.

"No, there is no conspiracy."

Sarela shook her head. "No one instructed me to do this, and I didn't mean to offend you. I swear to you."

Hearing this, Green seemed to suddenly lose interest: "Take him away."

Sarela Sand was pulled up by the blue robe, and Samwell begged in panic: "Lord Green, she... Sarela... she..."

Green glanced at him and waved his hand impatiently: "Leave her to my Minister of Justice."

Princess Martell of Dorne...

Samwell was extremely grateful: "Your Highness Green, I have no way to repay you, woooo."

Sarela was pulled away by the blue robe. Green said to Sam who was wiping his tears, "Remember, you must be vigilant in the future. Sam, you should also step down."

noon.

While Green was enjoying the lamb chops grilled by Sir Monton himself, the butler hurriedly brought a message that the Chancellor of the Exchequer, Earl Giles Rosby, had coughed up blood and fainted in the Government Hall.

After listening to the detailed report from the Imperial Steward, the Minister of Finance, who was already old, sick and coughing frequently, was told that his condition had worsened due to long-term overwork.

"What did Grand Maester Pycelle say?"

The Imperial Butler could not help but sigh slightly: "Earl Gales will have to stay in bed to recuperate from now on. In the future... there is a high possibility that he will not be able to continue to serve you and the kingdom."

Although Earl of Giles has not made any outstanding contributions since he took office as the Queen's Treasurer, he has performed his duties conscientiously and diligently.

Now, having ruined his health for the sake of the kingdom, the Regent must reward him as a sign of justice and mercy.

After instructing the Earl of Giles about the matter, the butler was left alone by Green, while the others left the restaurant.

After the Imperial Butler sat down opposite him, Green spoke slowly, "Did the Iron Bank representative meet with Earl Rossby this morning?"

For the debt of two million gold dragons, the Iron Bank representative stationed in King's Landing visits the kingdom's finance minister almost every day to urge and demand repayment from the kingdom.

Hearing this, the Imperial Butler paused and leaned forward: "Your Highness Green, what you mean is..."

He lowered his voice: "...blaming Lord Rosby's sudden illness on the 'harassment' of the Iron Bank representative?"

Green pushed the golden wine glass filled with wine over and said, "Strictly speaking, this matter is obvious to all. It is an undeniable fact. Isn't it, my chief steward?"

After taking a quick look at Green's expression, the Royal Butler stood up from his chair, touched his chest and said, "Yes, Lord Rossby's serious illness is indeed the responsibility of the Iron Bank."

His voice was slightly angry. "Your Highness, the Regent, this is no longer a simple financial issue between the kingdom and the Iron Bank. This matter concerns the dignity of the Imperial Council and the honor of the kingdom."

(End of this chapter)